{A/N It took me a while to write this chapter since I wanted to make a looong chapter to progress the story so enjoy my lovelies and don't forget to review!}
It was either really early or really late the next day, there were no windows to the outside, I hated not knowing the time and I tried to look around and see if there was a clock, a computer, hell a sundial would suffice. As I turned and twisted, my side began to ache, maybe it was because I was a baby and had extremely low pain tolerance, but I was in pain. I thought back on what happened with that man, I looked at the cut in the dress, I shuddered at the thought of him tasting my blood. "What kind of psychotic person tastes someone's blood?!" I declared quietly through my teeth. "I just really, really, hope he doesn't do it again." Just as the words escaped my lips he walked back into the room with a jar of a red goo. He picked up a plastic black chair i hadn't noticed until now and sat it next to me.
"So you talk to yourself now?" He teased jokingly. "No" I replied. "I was thinking aloud."
"I'm betting your mind is flooded with questions right now" he said dipping his hand into the red substance and bringing it to his lips. I wretched, as I remembered the incident earlier. " Would you mind if I listened?" He asked "I always found the way your mind works particularly interesting." I furrowed my brow at his remark The way my mind works what the hell is that supposed to mean? "I don't have much choice." I said with more attitude in my voice than intended. "It's not like I can just get up and lea-" "Do you not remember your my property?" the man said slamming his fist into the wall behind me cutting off my sentence, he stood in front of me face to face, He picked up my face and stared deeply into my eyes. "Or will I have to remind you again?" He said with the same knife in his hand.
Property? I'm his property?! I began to shiver at the sight of the knife. "No, I'm sorry, it will never happen again" I muttered with broken pride, I felt as though I allowed him to own me by submitting, and saying air. I wasn't a proud person, but I was prouder than that.
"Good, but Just so you will remember." He said as he put the knife to my inner thigh. I looked away since the sight of my thigh being mutilated isn't something I would particularly enjoy to watch. I felt him cut in small unusual patterns, as if to make it hurt worse. "There" he declared proudly. "So you don't forget your mine." I looked down at my thigh and noticed there was a 'B' carved into my skin. "Wha-What does the B stand for?" I said shakily. He deeply chuckled, he looked deeply into my eyes, so deeply I felt as thought he could see my thoughts his cold stared ravaging my mind. "Well sweetheart, my name begins with a B, and during most of my life I have been referred to as B" he said with an 'as a matter of fact' tone. "What's your name?" I said as shakily as before. "Ah-ah-ah" he said as though he was scolding me for something like he would a child.
"You need to formally introduce yourself first." Still talking to me as a child. "Why?" I inquired. "You already know my name.
He drew closer, he bent down to my ear. His chest to my face,
He smells...metallic...like...BLOOD!
"I know that I know your name" he whispered, I could almost hear the smile on his face. "I would still like for you to tell me." He drew back, an almost cartoonish smile in his face. I lifted my head and mustered up as much courage as possible and spoke breathily, "M-My name is J-Julie, wh-what's yours?" He clapped slowly and smiled "See was that so hard?" He teased. I shook my head no. "Well" he declared. "Since you did your introduction I will do mine." "My name is Beyond Birthday" he explained. "And I" he drew closer to me maintaining eye contact "now own you" he said touching the fresh deep cut on my thigh.
{Hope you guys enjoyed review and junk. I appreciate the time you take to read my story and this will be may last Author's note for the "immersion effect" so enjoy lovlies" 3}